The High Fae cleared his throat even as he withdrew his hand and ran it over his jaw while thinking. "You must have me confused with someone else," he said smoothly with a good-natured smile, as if this sort of thing happened all of the time. "I have no children, for one." Rhysand's arms then crossed loosely, comfortably, over his broad chest.
"I am who I said I am. I am Rhysand; High Lord of the Night Court--for whatever its worth, since such things don't exist here. Maybe High Lord of the Townhome." And he smirked at himself as if he were witty.